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“It was safe in my pocket.”
She takes the last shot, dropping the tray by her side.
“It’s safer in mine.”
“You don’t have any pockets.”
“Sly fox.”
“Didn’t you call me a dumb fox before?”
Instead of answering, she clinks my glass with hers.
We knock back our shots at the same time, the alcohol’s burn tearing up my throat the entire way down, but Lex doesn’t so much as flinch.
I’d really like to know where she’s keeping my wallet but doubt she’ll tell me.
“When do I get my wallet back?”
“When it’s over.”
“When what—”
“Reece Souza!” a woman in a sexy prison guard uniform shouts.
All the people closest to me spread out, including Lex, leaving me standing in the middle of the room by myself.
“Right there!” Kaisin yells with a finger jabbed in my direction. “He’s right there!”
The “guard” comes right up to me, then cocks her head. In her hold is a black, hopefully plastic, baton. Her voice is all seduction as she breathes, “Are you Reece Souza?”
“Yeah.”
“Come with me.”
I look her over, head to toe and back. Like every other employee here, she’s hot. Short, dark hair styled to look like she just got fucked, a pretty face covered with expertly applied makeup, cleavage on display and pressed together thanks to a few strategically undone buttons, and ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of her short uniform.
“Where?”
“To the yard.”
She takes my hand and leads me out the same door Kaisin and I came through earlier.
Cheers fill the room before spilling out into the hall as everybody rushes to follow us.
We snake around the main dance floor, right up to, then on the stage. There’s a chain-link fence backdrop, and scattered around the floor are various items that could be used for working out like cinder blocks and overturned milk crates, as well as a pull-up bar, picnic table, and basketball hoop.
“Hands in front of you.”
I put my hands out, wrists up, and she secures a pair of handcuffs around them.
Another woman comes up behind me, dipping her hands into my back pockets.
“What the…”
My elbows capture hers against my ribs when she tries moving for the front ones.
“You’re going to be moving around a lot,” the first woman tells me. “Do you have anything in your pockets you don’t want to get broken?”
